Silverada - Radio Wave

{verse 1}
The humming of a stereo on a frequency that i don’t know
Is inspirational audio to me
In a yard of defused fireworks with a phaser backing up the words
I’m singing over hummingbirds and pedal steel guitar
Lyrics drawn on paper planes melodies and sweet refrains
I’m sifting through the old remains of who i used to be
But judging by the books i bought
The future’s just an afterthought
I could have been an astronaut in lighter gravity

{chorus}
Whoah, when i get up in the morning i don’t bother to shave
Whoah, got one foot on the gas and one in the grave
Whoah, in the land of the free and the home of the brave
Whoah, i’m just drifting away on a radio wave

{verse 2}
I hate the way i play they blues
One four five with a minor two
It’s how i learned to tie my shoes and color inside the lines
If there’s a weapon you can’t trust me with its a major third the perfect fifth
Americana is a myth i told ya

{verse 3}
A rough and tumble refugee with a bone to pick and a place to be
Sure would be a sight to see reflected in your eyes
So with a flickered frown i shift my weight i’m a rusted hinge with an iron gait
An endless stretch of interstate
With one arm on the wheel

{chorus}
Whoah, when i get up in the morning i don’t bother to shave
Whoah, got one foot on the gas and one in the grave
Whoah, in the land of the free and the home of the brave
Whoah, i’m just drifting away on a radio wave

{chorus}
Whoah, when i get up in the morning i don’t bother to shave
Whoah, got one foot on the gas and one in the grave
Whoah, in the land of the free and the home of the brave
Whoah, i’m just drifting away on a radio wave

{outro}
Radio wave
Radio wave
On a radio wave
On a radio wave